I don’t have first-hand knowledge of how pregnancies go, but I think we are past the first trimester and have entered into the second. In about nine weeks, the second trimester will end and the third and final one will begin and that will last thirteen more weeks. So, by the time the DLM is nine months old, there will hopefully be a healthy, rosy-cheeked, yowling, blubbering baby who is nevertheless exceedingly beautiful and magical. This baby will have to be cared for and raised up, which takes about eighteen more years.

To those who listen to these sermons and feel impatient for absolute perfection and no errors I say: take a chill pill. This is a long-term opus that will grow and grow. I can’t promise you perfection, only the pursuit of deepest wisdom. And that is a simultaneously progressive and labyrinthine enterprise with many twists and turns.

Let’s take it one day at a time. We ARE each other. When you are mean to me, it’s because you can’t be kind to yourself. When I am impatient with you, I am being impatient with myself.

Let’s grow together, it’s fun!